A/N: Sorry for another really late update. I've been distracted. Please don't hate me. Anyway, I present to you, Accidents Happen chapter 3!
Warning: This chapter does contain Fred talking about accidental twincest. They fell off their brooms in their second year, landed wrong, and got teased for it (that's not canon, I just felt like adding it as a cheap excuse for having a rumor spread about the twins). Just to let you know.
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Madam Pomfrey was now visiting Fred and Hermione's room for regular checkups on Hermione. She'd told them they should be able to tell whether she was going to be having a boy or girl in a few weeks. At one point, Hermione had told Harry to get Malfoy.
"Why?" asked everyone in the room in unison.
"Because," said Hermione. "I want to let him know, is that a problem?"
"No," sighed Harry, dragging Ron out of the room with him despite his protests. George left to find Ginny, who'd said she was going to be in the library with Luna.
"Why do you want to talk to him?" asked Fred once they were alone.
"I think he has a right to know," said Hermione, grinning.
"Okay, if you say so," said Fred, walking to his bed and sitting down, examining what looked like a clarinet case.
"Did you want me, Granger?" asked Draco Malfoy, and Hermione looked up and saw him smirking.
"Yep," said Hermione. "I have something to tell you. Come here."
The blonde-haired, grey-eyed Slytherin walked over to her. She took him by the wrist, and Fred, Ron, and Harry could have sworn they saw a pinkish tint enter his cheeks. She put his hand on her belly, and Malfoy turned a slightly brighter shade of pink. Both Fred's and Ron's ears were slightly red. Hermione moved slightly so she was sitting up. Malfoy's hand moved slightly as a kick hit it.
"You're — you're pregnant?"
"Yeah," said Hermione.
"Who's the father?" asked Malfoy, looking around at the three others in the room.
"Me, why?" said Fred. He smiled slightly.
"I thought it'd be your younger brother," said Malfoy, smiling with an eyebrow raised.
"Which one? George's the younger of me and him," said Fred, grinning.
"R—Ron," said Malfoy, obviously struggling to say Ron's first name.
"Nope," said Fred. "Either way, it wasn't intended. We got a little too drunk in the Room of Requirement."
"Well, I will admit, I am happy for you," said Malfoy. "Sorry for those times I called you all names. Especially when I called you Mudblood, Hermione."
"It's fine," said Hermione.
"Is that a clarinet, Fred?" asked Draco, now walking to Fred's bed and looking at the clarinet case curiously.
"Yeah, George said he wants me to learn it," answered Fred, opening the case.
"I'll show you how to put it together," said Hermione as Fred picked up the bell and the mouthpiece. "I see he got you a reed."
"A what?" asked Fred, Ron, and Draco.
"A reed," repeated Hermione. "It's a little piece of wood that has different strengths, depending on the number. For example, Fred's reed is a number two. It's not as strong as a number three so it's more fragile. It'll break if he's not careful."
"Can you please help me put this together?" asked Fred, looking at the reed.
"Yeah," said Hermione. "Come over here."
Fred put the clarinet pieces back in the case, taking it to Hermione. She took the pieces out, and started putting it together. George came back with Ginny and Luna, and he leaned on the door frame.
"And your reed," said Hermione, putting the reed in place, "goes here."
"Thanks," said Fred, taking the clarinet.
"Did George show you how to play it?" asked Hermione, looking at Fred's twin.
"No," said Fred, looking slightly nervous. "I should start with getting a sound out of it, though, don't you think?"
"Yeah, probably," said George. "I'll teach you the notes after you've managed that."
"I didn't know you played clarinet, either," said Fred.
"I actually wanted to keep it a secret," said George. "That's why I snuck out of the house and down to the village, I didn't want you to know I was in the band down there. The youth band," he added as Hermione looked at him in surprise. "I was in the youth orchestr —"
George was stopped as a very high squeak came from Fred's clarinet.
"I got a sound out of it," joked Fred, grinning.
"Keep working on it," said George, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, as I was saying, I was in the Ottery St. Catchpole Youth Orchestra, too."
"Hey, Fred, you don't think you could grab some food from the kitchens, do you?" asked Hermione, looking at Fred with a hopeful look on her face.
"Yeah, I can do that," said Fred. "Does anyone else want something to eat? I know you do, Ron," he added as Ron raised his hand excitedly. Everyone but Luna, Ginny, and Draco raised their hands.
"Hey, Potter," said Draco, walking over to Harry, "after you've eaten, do you want to see who's faster on a broom?"
"You're on!" said Harry, as Fred came back with a few house-elves. Fred started passing out plates full of food, and Harry quickly ate and raced Draco to the Quidditch pitch.
"Whoa, what's gotten into them?" said Fred as a house-elf went to clean up Harry's mess.
"They're racing their brooms around the Quidditch pitch. You can see them from here," said Ginny, walking to the window. Fred helped Hermione up, and they looked out the window and saw a head of black and a head of plantanium blonde racing in the Quidditch pitch. The house-elves left.
"Harry's winning, a Nimbus 2001 is no match for a Firebolt," said George. He bit into a donut. A few minutes later Harry and Draco came back, both panting.
"He won," said Harry, smiling.
"How? He didn't cheat, did he?" asked Hermione. Draco walked over to Luna.
"No, he didn't," said Harry. "I let him win. He said it feels good to win without cheating. Right, Malfoy?"
"Yep," answered Draco. He gave Luna a kiss on the cheek. She turned a pale pink.
"Well, I guess Fred and I changed you," said Hermione. "If it weren't for Fred, you wouldn't be being nice to everyone in the room. You'd be calling me a Mudblood, Ron Weasel-bee, Harry Scarhead, the twins show-offs, Ginny a flaming mess, and Luna an oddity."
"Hey!" said everyone when she finished. Both twins were grinning.
"Come on, you two are show-offs," said Hermione.
"Yeah, you have a point," said Fred, ruffling George's hair.
"Hey!" said George, trying to move Fred's hand. "St —"
"Shut up," whispered Fred.
"Fred, move your ha —"
"George, shut up!"
George slapped Fred's arm, but Fred didn't move his hand. He kept it on George's head, and eventually everyone in the room understood why he was telling them to be quiet. A few of Fred and George's Slytherin enemies were coming their way.
"Harry, get the door!" whispered Fred. "They're mine and George's enemies, if they knew we were here, they'd tell the whole school!"
Harry closed the door and Fred put a charm on it so that only certain people could get in.
"Hang on, if you'd remove your hand from my head, I have an idea that might keep them away," George told Fred quietly. Fred took his hand off George's head. "Okay, Harry, Malfoy, switch uniforms. I'll just bewitch mine, then come with me."
Draco and Harry quickly swapped uniforms, going with George, who was now in what looked like a Slytherin uniform, out the door. George turned off the lights before leaving.
"How do you know they'd tell everyone in the school?" asked Hermione, looking at Fred in confusion.
"In our second year, George and I fell off our brooms during our second Quidditch match, and he ended up landing on top of me. Let's just say it was accidentally romantic," said Fred. "One of them put a Sticking Charm on us. We had to go to Madam Pomfrey to sort it out. Afterwards they started spreading rumors about it. They told basically every one of our friends that we were together, but Lee wouldn't listen to them. He's the only friend we had after that. Everybody else decided they didn't want to be friends with a pair of twins that were gay for each other."
"That's cruel," said Hermione.
"Yeah," said Fred. He smiled. "We got our revenge, though."
"How?" asked Luna.
"We started spreading the rumor that they constantly wet themselves, and everyone believed us, because we used a joke item from Zonko's the next year to show proof," said Fred. "If you're wondering about those three or four Slytherins that always had wet pants in your first year, Hermione."
"That explains a ton," said Hermione.
"I'll show you, they're still spreading it around," said Fred. "We'll go after George gets back."
George came back a few minutes later.
"Thanks, you two," he said to Draco and Harry.
"You're welcome," they answered.
"Hey, George, change your uniform back, I want to show Hermione something," said Fred. "Don't worry, I'll ask Harry if she can borrow the Invisibility Cloak."
"Okay," said George, changing the color of his uniform back to Gryffindor colors. Harry grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and handed it to Hermione. She put it on and followed Fred and George from the room. They ran into the three Slytherins that George had been trying to lure away from it.
"Okay, Hermione, now watch," whispered Fred. "Hello, fellow seventh years!" he shouted. George looked at him, terrified.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
"Showing my girlfriend something," answered Fred. Adrian Pucey, one of the three Slytherins, looked at them. He got the other two's attention, and they looked at Fred and George maliciously.
"Well, if it isn't the twins who're gay for each other," said Warrington.
"Well, if it isn't the Slytherins who wet themselves constantly," said Fred. All three of them turned bright red.
"That — we never —"
With the Zonko's product Fred had been talking about, all three of the Slytherins looked as if they'd wet themselves.
"Go change, then meet us in the Great Hall," said George, realizing what Fred was doing. The Slytherins quickly left to change their pants, and Fred, George and Hermione started making their way to the Great Hall. Dumbledore was there, so Fred quickly walked over to him.
"Professor, can you tell everyone to come here? George and I want to show the Slytherins something," said Fred. "You know, to show them what happens when you mess with a Weasley."
"Of course," said Dumbledore. "Continued revenge from your second year?"
Fred and George nodded, grinning. A few minutes later everyone was in the Great Hall except the trio of Slytherins the twins were waiting on. Once they did get to the Great Hall, Fred and George took them up to Dumbledore's podium.
"You filthy blood traitors! Let go of us!" shouted Montague. His next words were obviously the only thing he could think of saying. "You're disgusting! No wonder you two are gay for each other!"
There was a murmer among the students in the Great Hall.
"If that were the least bit true, you wouldn't be wetting yourselves all the time," said Fred, setting off the Zonko's product. The Great Hall erupted in laughter. The Slytherins were bright red again.
"Just to let everyone know, we are not gay for each other," said George to the rest of the students. "That rumor was started in our second year because we fell off our brooms at the same time and I landed on Fred. Then we had to go to the hospital wing because brilliant Pucey here put a Sticking Charm on us."
"And by the way, this is what happens when you mess with a Weasley," added Fred. "So don't mess with us, Hermione Granger, who is my girlfriend, or our younger brother, Ron. Our sister Ginny is brilliant at the Bat-Bogey Hex. Wouldn't recommend annoying her. And we will embarrass you in front of the whole school if you mess with Hermione and Ron, or any of their friends."
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"Well, you just threatened the whole school," said Hermione later that evening. "If you told the truth, which I know you did, I think we can tell the school my 'tiny little secret'."
"Are you sure?" asked Fred. "I mean, that would worry everyone. Not even McGonagall knows you're pregnant, Hermione!"
"If anyone bothers me, you can embarrass them in front of the entire school, or I know some pretty good jinxes," said Hermione.
"Good point," said Fred. "Okay, if you really want to, let's go tell Dumbledore."
"Yes, I really want to, but can you explain it? I haven't as much as you," said Hermione. "We can explain at dinner."
They left to go visit Dumbledore. He let them enter, and they quickly walked over to him.
"Ah, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore.
"Hi, Professor," said Fred. "Hermione was wondering if we could tell the school about Hermione's pregnancy. It might actually be a little better, now that I think about it. Draco Malfoy already knows, so why not tell the whole school?"
"Professor McGonagall would also like to know why she hasn't seen you, Miss
Granger," said Dumbledore. "Yes, you may tell the school. Don't give away your location, though. Excellent performance, by the way, Mr. Weasley."
"Thanks, Professor," said Fred.
"Just go up to the podium when you've eaten," Dumbledore told them.
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At dinner, Hermione ate a lot. More than Ron, in fact. Fred was very slowly eating, and George tried to get him to eat faster.
"Come on, mate," he told him. "Please eat faster."
"Fine," said Fred, quickening his eating pace. When he was done he waited for Hermione to finish, then they went up to the podium. Everyone looked at them, shocked at seeing Hermione, and surprised at seeing Fred walking up to Dumbledore's podium with her.
"Students of Hogwarts, if I could have your attention, please," said Dumbledore, and everyone that wasn't already looking at the podium looked at it. "Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger would like to make an announcement."
"So," said Fred, looking around at the croud he was talking to. "Hermione and I were on a date in the Room of Requirement about three months ago. We may have had just a little too much firewhiskey, so — er — we may have accidentally slept together the whole night. We never intended for it to happen, but Hermione — well — she's pregnant. We got a little too drunk."
Fred and Hermione went to sit back down, and almost immediately they started getting questions from their fellow Gryffindors.
"One at a time!" shouted Fred. Angelina Johnson leaned forward.
"So you're really pregnant?" she asked Hermione. "Fred's really going to be a dad?"
"Yep," said Hermione. "I never intended to be pregnant this early in my life."
"Hermione, can I get a picture of you and Fred?" asked Colin Creevey.
"Sure, I don't see why not," said Hermione. "His family knows, the school knows, what's there to lose?"
There was a flash as Colin took his picture.
"George, how do you feel about being an uncle at seventeen years old?" asked Lee Jordan, the twins' best friend.
"I don't mind it, to be honest," answered George. "Ron, on the other hand, isn't very happy."
A small group of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs made their way to the Gryffindor table. The rest of dinner and until at least ten o'clock was spent answering questions.
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A/N: I decided to add a story from Fred and George's second year, yay! If you want a full story of it I'm willing to write it. Holy crap, 2,548 words? Since when do I write that much? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please don't hate me for any of it. I swear I was working on it. And yes, George was in band and orchestra. I just thought it would add a little more interest. Constructive criticism is appreciated!
